My goal in life is to develop a religion wherein hallucinogens would be our method of worship, and would thus have to be decriminalized for use in our ceremonies. Our slogan would be: "Other religions may tell you about God, but only Skailicans get to speak with Her."

Skail:My goal in life is to develop a religion wherein hallucinogens would be our method of worship, and would thus have to be decriminalized for use in our ceremonies. Our slogan would be: "Other religions may tell you about God, but only Skailicans get to speak with Her."

Grammatik Polizei:Skail: My goal in life is to develop a religion wherein hallucinogens would be our method of worship, and would thus have to be decriminalized for use in our ceremonies. Our slogan would be: "Other religions may tell you about God, but only Skailicans get to speak with Her."

Skail:My goal in life is to develop a religion wherein hallucinogens would be our method of worship, and would thus have to be decriminalized for use in our ceremonies. Our slogan would be: "Other religions may tell you about God, but only Skailicans get to speak with Her."

Yeah...about that.That would be the Neo-American Church.I sometimes claim to be a member of The Pale Rasta Church of Emperor Haile Selassie I.Hasn't worked yet.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate youYou let me penetrate you, you let me complicate youHelp me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sellHelp me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myselfI want to fark you like an animalI want to feel you from the insideI want to fark you like an animalMy whole existence is flawedYou get me closer to godYou can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it bringsYou can have my absence of faith, you can have my everythingHelp me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smellHelp me you make me perfect, help me become somebody elseI want to fark you like an animalI want to feel you from the insideI want to fark you like an animalMy whole existence is flawedYou get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the treesWithin my stomach, scraped off my kneesI drink the honey inside your hiveYou are the reason I stay alive